©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#750)
This weather makes me want to curl up and sleep until spring.


©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#750)

This weather makes me want to curl up and sleep until spring.

Here’s another photo sent in by the lovely Piper showing off her Dirty Boys shirt. And other things…
Thank you!
-gny

edit: if you’re like your own Dirty Boys shirts and other such things you can find them here: http://www.zazzle.com/thedirtyboys

Here’s another photo sent in by the lovely Piper showing off her Dirty Boys shirt. And other things…

Thank you!

-gny

edit: if you’re like your own Dirty Boys shirts and other such things you can find them here: http://www.zazzle.com/thedirtyboys

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)
Long enough for it to move to this…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#738)

Long enough for it to move to this…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#737)
I’ve been thinking about threesomes a lot recently. Especially in suits. And especially with two people I can’t keep my hands off, with enough time to do everything we can imagine.
Luckily, it’s a long weekend.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#737)

I’ve been thinking about threesomes a lot recently. Especially in suits. And especially with two people I can’t keep my hands off, with enough time to do everything we can imagine.

Luckily, it’s a long weekend.

Hold You, Kiss You, Taste You

I want to fuck you, love you, hold you, kiss you, taste you, and stare into your big blue eyes until I believe that maybe you love me too.


I want to undress you and kiss down the slope of your neck, stopping at your collarbone, your shoulder, and the space between your breasts. I want to feel you slide towards me, my knee parting your legs letting me feel just how warm you are. I want to kiss your stomach, laying you down, and looking up into those eyes wondering about everything. Those eyes that think too much and dream just the right amount, and those eyes that keep me from moving down just a few seconds longer.


And then I want to bite your thigh as I open your legs, my fingers grazing your lips before I open my mouth against you and taste your thoughts. I need to feel you arch your back and push up to me, wanting my tongue deeper, my lips softer, and my fingers cautious.


I can’t even write the words I want to hear you say, but they’ll come from your chest and your gut. They’ll come from your heart and your cunt, and by the time I’m kissing you I want all our options to vanish in a breath. I don’t need to watch or even open my eyes as I enter you because there is simply too much to take in without destroying the world. And as each second passes, our bodies slowly becoming closer until there is no farther to go, I’ll kiss your lips once more and listen to you moan out your want.


Simply put, I want to hear you, feel you, and taste you come. I want to see your body writhing, arching, aching, as I thrust within you, and I want to know the sounds you make when you can’t hold back any longer. I want to feel your teeth on my shoulder, your nails on my back, and your perfect body clenching around me as your scream my name over and over again until your voice is gone and there is nothing to do but open our eyes once more.


And as we lie there, my arms around you, our bodies slick with sweat, I want to once again stare into your big blue eyes and marvel that the entire universe can fit inside you.

-gny

(If you enjoy my writing and would like to support the blog, you can buy my novel or one of my dirty e-books on Amazon here.)

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#736)
It’s always difficult to say yes when someone opens a door. But say yes.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#736)

It’s always difficult to say yes when someone opens a door. But say yes.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#735)

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#733/4)

I’m a complete eye fucker. 

I like all sorts of body parts, but my stupid magical romantic side falls in love with eyeballs at the drop of a hat. Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks or my heart grabbing my dick and saying, seriously dude, this is the one. It might be some faux hope that I’m moving into the spiritual, and at the end of the day that’s a hope I can live with. 

Because, my god look at her eyes. And tell me you feel nothing.

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#732)
It’s almost time for presents!

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#732)

It’s almost time for presents!

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#730)

They were waiting in front of the fire when I got home, their stockings on, but only their garters around their waists. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#730)

They were waiting in front of the fire when I got home, their stockings on, but only their garters around their waists. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#728) 
I love watching their faces as we fuck. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#728) 

I love watching their faces as we fuck. 

She Doesn’t Know Who You Are

“I’m not telling you who he is until he’s inside you.”


An hour earlier she had called me for a favor. She knows I have Tai Chi on Tuesdays, but still I got a message saying there was a naked girl with a blindfold on in her bed, and would I mind coming over and teasing her with the head of my cock? Tai Chi would be there next Tuesday I thought.


There was a part of me that knew it was a set up. But that part was convinced it wasn’t for me. Sara likes to play, and she likes to surprise, but not once as I biked across town did it occur to me that I was just as much a toy as her little tied up friend. But I parked, walked up her stairs, and she let me in without so much as an earring on.


“This way,” she said. I followed her down the hall to her bedroom where she put a finger to her mouth. “She doesn’t know who you are.”


She made me wait to follow her in, and it didn’t occur to me until I saw them, that I didn’t know who she was either. Sara had the girl on her back and was straddling her. All I could see was four legs, two cunts, and one ass calling to me with a profound urgency. I stripped down as quietly as I could and there were whispers behind me.


“Shhh,” Sara said. “He’ll be here soon enough.”


I stood behind them, my hard dick in my hand, and a Durex condom dutifully covering it. I had another one in my hand in case I was somehow going to be lucky enough to fuck them both. Sara wiggled her ass as I approached, and when I rubbed against her pussy lips she pushed back. I slid into her, still unable to see the girl lying beneath her. I occasionally got a flash of hair and a blindfold, but her face was covered by Sara’s body even as I started to fuck.


“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned. “He’s fucking me, Babygirl. He’s fucking my tight pussy and it feels so good.” There was a mumble, but I couldn’t make out the words.


“I already told you,” Sara continued. “If you want to know who he is, I’ll tell you. Once he’s in your pussy.”


Obviously, I almost came right then. I had to take a deep breath, stop moving completely, and think about work to keep it all from rushing out, but I was determined to wait.


“Tell me you want it,” she whispered again. “Tell me you want his cock. It doesn’t matter who it is. I know you. You’re a hungry little slut, and all that matters is you get fucked. Isn’t that right?”


There was moaning coming from all our lips and my eyes were glued to the pussy I wasn’t fucking. I was shocked at how badly I wanted her, even though I was balls deep in someone else. Funny how life is.


“Louder,” Sara said, her voice betraying her own want. “Beg for it. Beg like a good little girl.”


I pulled out of Sara in desperate hope, threw the condom onto the floor and rolled another one down onto my cock in a heartbeat. I opened the other girl’s legs wider and rubbed against her drenched cunt until I didn’t think I could bare it. It felt like ages for before Sara said the words.


“Fuck her,” she moaned. “Fuck my little slut.”


The second I slid into her, Sara rolled out of the way taking the blindfold with her. I closed my eyes as I fell on top of my new partner, and when I finally looked at her, my cock was buried so far inside her there was no going back.


“You,” she said, her eyes wide open.


“Oh, fuck,” I said, recognition slamming into me like an express bus.


And then we were kissing and fucking, and Sara was laughing on the bed as she watched us tear at each other with a reckless abandon earned from too many years of want.

-GNY

(If you enjoy my writing and would like to support the blog, you can buy my novel or one of my dirty e-books on Amazon here.)

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#722)
Some of the best fucking is quiet and loud. It’s hard and soft next to easy and overwhelming. It’s sweat and tears and red skin that grows brighter with each touch. Comfort moves into fear-tinged excitement and desire turns to love in a heartbeat.
Some of the best sex encompasses everything.

-gny

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#722)

Some of the best fucking is quiet and loud. It’s hard and soft next to easy and overwhelming. It’s sweat and tears and red skin that grows brighter with each touch. Comfort moves into fear-tinged excitement and desire turns to love in a heartbeat.

Some of the best sex encompasses everything.

-gny

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#721)
Halloween is all fun and games until the fucking ninjas appear. 

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#721)

Halloween is all fun and games until the fucking ninjas appear.